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Jan 2020
*** of life, a grip!
Behold all who fall.
Wallowing in their shame, they do.
Watch, self pitiful: They all are.
Slow dancing down the hall, lying on life's shoulder.
Purple hues and white streaks. Health! I'm revitalized.
I awake.
And no longer vital.
Save me, for I've fallen.
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Short and Sweet.
Smothered Divine
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Smothered Divine  18/F/Where minds go to dream
(18/F/Where minds go to dream)   
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